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Jan 2022
Often I can't explain how it happens
How I get choked up at the initial glance we share, most days.

And yes, it's early, a morning happenstance. Too early to classify as pretense. This is my vulnerability bleeding through your loveliness.

Grabbing me close, no signs of release, a craned neck with silver chain, worn and cheap.

Scented flower child reaching to breathe, a thrift store tee shirt, sleep sized, you lent to me.

I don't want to die tonight, the tyranny of my dreams say otherwise.
At least we have December.

Coal mask breathing technique, the most uniform and unmatched fashion.

i just don't know what I'm-a-gonna do. if i dont find a cure for the january blues.
CE Green
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CE Green  33/M/California
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